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an old memory

today, my dad and i woke up early in the morning to ride our bikes. it was a beautiful day to go riding. the sun was rising, the wind was blowing, and the flowers were blooming. my dad's wheels were running out of air, so we were going to stop by the nearest gas station. as we were riding, i felt a tinge of happiness because i haven't been biking for a long time. so, by the time we got to the gas station, i was pretty tired and hot, since we live deep in the neighborhood. all i wanted to do was get a cold drink and head home, but my dad had other plans. we biked over to our old house, and he told me all about the old times, when i was very little, and after work, how he would take me in my stroller and take a walk. he also told me about the sundays where he and i would walk to the gas station to buy a newspaper. i miss the old times because i didn't have to worry so much because i was just a baby, and i didn't understand so much. i didn't have to worry about homework, about robbers, and other things i have to worry about now. i wish everyone in the world were nice, kind, and caring, unlike robbers, kidnappers, and murderers. right after my dad came home, we would take long walks around the neighborhood, and i would have a wonderful time. i still remember how my dad would push me in my stroller. next, we rode to my favorite park when i was younger. it used to have a yellow curvy slide, yellow monkey bars, and a lot more yellow things. they had "walkie talkies" where you could talk into a cone, and the other person on the other side of the playground could actually hear you. now, the park was the same, but they added another play scape, and the slide, monkey bars, and the other yellow things were painted green. you could tell that they remodeled the park a lot. it made me sad just thinking about it. after that, we went back home and got a cheesecake and milkshake. i wanted to remember everything about this day, and my dad said that if he were still living when i had children, he would take them to the park and tell them all about it.

jibbitz, jibbitz, get your jibbitz now!

how come jibbitz are so expensive? i don't know why so many people like them. today, my mom went online and bought my brother and i six jibbitz each! i got a strawberry (picture), green flip flops (picture), pansy, fuchsia swimmer (i'm a swimmer), umbrella, and clown fish. my brother got a police badge, marine flag, chinese symbol, blue swimmer, green ice cream cone, and owl. they were $1.99 each, plus another $3.00 shipping .

do you like nancy drew?

wow! i've read all of them except the the scarlet slipper mystery! including the new ones that just came out. can you believe it? i don't know how i read all of them, but i did it in third grade. i don't know how i read them so fast, i guess i just liked them a lot. i heard that carolyn keene died after she wrote like, the first few books. then, her company, or some other person continued writing the nancy drew books. i don't know, but i think that's sort of weird because if you wrote the book, wouldn't you like to put your name on the book? i would! i wonder who is writing the nancy drew books if carolyn keene really did die. what would you think?